Shady

“Oh. So you make the weird green bread?”

“Eh.” She gave a so-so with her hand. “Close enough. What about you?”

“My uncle,” she said dryly, but smirked, clearly attempting a joke. She took another drink of her stout. “But mostly business. Tryna see if there’s anything up here worth exporting, ...

Jerica eyed her. What was that supposed to mean? She wasn’t a child that needed tended to. But she decided not to start trouble where there didn’t need to be ...

“Neither,” she said gruffly, pulling up her sleeve to strap the final dagger back to her forearm. “Uncle and cousin.”

“Yeah.” She bent and strapped her daggers back to her ankles, grateful he’d led her have the out without losing face.

“You’re not my boss,” she said petulantly, taking the daggers back. She glanced at her cup; she was well way through her second tankard and was already feeling it. She ...

(Nuuuu) “Well then maybe I’ve just got bigger balls ‘an you,” she shot back, eyeing the daggers. This felt like a bad idea. And yet he was challenging her pride. ...

She gave him a dirty look. “I could do it with the daggers, too… if I wanted to.” She took a sip. “I just don’t want to.”

Jerica nodded. “Bet I could do it, too.”

Jerica nodded. “…what mode did you start with?” Probably not the knives.

“How’d you learn?” Jerica asked, watching closely as she got ever more convinced that she could do it, too.

Jerica tried to look too-cool-to-be-impressed but a few seconds later was grinning over her beer as she watched. Could she do that? She probably could. It couldn’t be that hard…

“Handling ‘em ‘n juggling ‘em ain’t the same thing.”

Jerica smirked at the reaction. “I said I could take care of myself.” She slid the blades across the table. “Don’t hurt yourself, though. Only do it if you’re sure ...